Ninth-level fairy

The immortal spirits of the future generations, watch this and take heed:

The power of immortals is divided into three realms, corresponding to the three realms of heaven, earth and man. The cultivation techniques of the three realms cannot surpass them.

In one state, one can observe the stars in the sky and examine the veins of the earth.

It is a technique for nourishing Qi, controlling the dead, absorbing the essence of human energy, and killing. It is the first realm in the human world.

In the second realm, the body is fed to the sword and the soul enters the sea of ​​suffering.

Crossing the Divine Bridge, passing through the Youqi Palace, staying in the Dao Palace, and controlling the source energy of heaven and earth is the second realm of the underworld.

The third realm enters the fairyland, breaks the way of heaven, kills the three corpses, achieves the body of a true god, and enters the ultimate way. There is no self and no sword, no sword and no way. This is the third realm of heaven and man.

When practicing Taoism, one should learn from nature and never force it. For the sake of both oneself and yourself, one should never fall into the evil path.

The golden and white characters gradually floated and disappeared into the void.

Du Fang immediately rose from his coffin, meditating on the words, memorizing them, and engraving them in his mind. Gradually, the golden characters transformed into dragons, constantly swimming through his blood and nerves, and the golden dragons began to merge with the bright red blood.

The cool breath spreads into every part of the body. At this moment, every cell and pore of the body is constantly warmed by this cool breath.

From the outside, the bronze coffin began to merge with his body again, dissipated, and slid into the white smoke.

Just when every part of his body was feeling comfortable and warm, he felt a piercing pain. A cold golden aura pierced his spine like a sharp blade and moved deep into his bone marrow.

Du Fang gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He knew that this was the real pain of cleansing the marrow and refining the body on the path of cultivation.

If one cannot cross this beam, then this body will be completely destroyed and the soul will vanish into thin air.

His body began to expand and contract, expand and contract.

Countless golden dragons gave birth to countless tiny dragons, which spread into every pore and air bubble. The nerves in his body seemed to be bitten by countless insects, and the pain was so severe that he wanted to bang his head and commit suicide to relieve the pain that ordinary people could hardly endure.

But at this moment, a strong thought of revenge rang in my mind:

Hold on, hold on!

When the pain completely annihilated his immortal sea of ​​consciousness, Du Fang suddenly remembered Qingyao's warning:

"This coffin contains the power of immortal spirits. How many levels you can comprehend depends on your ability. I advise you that your current body cannot withstand this power."

This thought only flashed across his mind before the painful golden dragon completely submerged his consciousness.

Du Fang lost all consciousness and fainted completely.

Outside the red coffin, on the green grass.

Chang Qingzi's body suddenly moved.

When Chang Qingzi opened his eyes and woke up, the dark sky was still in front of him.

The nine suns and moons all disappeared.

Chang Qingzi immediately closed his eyes, and the scene before his eyes reappeared:

Du Fang's body was sucked dry and turned into a piece of white paper. Millions of evil spirits in Lingyuan entered the white paper together.

The paper shattered, and he and the female disciple were blown into the sky and then fell into a coma.

He stood up in a daze.

Li Qingshuang's cultivation was low and he had not yet woken up. In front of him, above the grass, a transparent copper coffin was suspended in the air, still hanging in the white light.

Countless golden divine lights continuously emerged from the cracks in the coffin.

Chang Qingzi scratched his head in confusion, he couldn't understand.

When did this coffin appear?

At this moment, there seemed to be a terrifying aura fluctuating in the coffin, as if an evil god was trapped in the coffin and was about to break out of the coffin.

The painful screams and howls coming from inside made Chang Qingzi feel frightened and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Suddenly, his leg hit something hard, and Chang Qingzi was caught off guard and suddenly fell down.

He immediately fell down and rolled over, trying to avoid the sneak attack from behind.

When he suddenly stood up, his eyes were fixed on the thing that had tripped him.

The eyes are almost straight.

It was a pitch-black sword with a hint of blood red, about two feet and three inches long, stuck diagonally in the grass.

And the hilt of the sword.

A fanatical look immediately appeared in Chang Qingzi's eyes.

He had seen this hilt in the Bronze Immortal Palace.

The three ninth-level sword cultivators who had entered the Sword Gate with him had all become slaves to the hilt of this sword, and now, the entire sword was stuck intact in front of his eyes.

"Could it be that when Du Fang entered, the hilt of the sword absorbed the immortal blood and became complete?"

Chang Qingzi's whole body was shaking with excitement.

On the black and red sword spine are engraved two seal characters "Chengying"

Chang Qingzi remembered this very famous sword. This sword was held by the last Human Emperor. After the chaos was shattered, it disappeared without a trace.

It is only recorded in classics and has not appeared for almost ten thousand years.

This sword is one of the three most famous swords in the prehistoric world, and now, this peerless sword has finally fallen before his eyes.

——Excalibur 'Chengying'

This time, Chang Qingzi reached out his hand very carefully, almost at a finger's distance, and slowly grasped the hilt of the sword.

Fortunately, there was no backlash.

Chang Qingzi raised his sword.

The magic sword he saw above Lingyuan was finally in his hands.

Chang Qingzi knelt on the ground, excitedly looked up to the sky and shouted, his old face instantly covered with tears.

The Lingxiao Sword Sect was founded a thousand years ago, and Lingxiao Mountain was built on top of the Tomb of the Human Emperor. All of this was done to obtain this ancient divine sword. The ancestors of all generations worked tirelessly to find the immortal.

How many disciples have sacrificed their lives over the years?

The head master brother had never encountered a fairy in his life. When his life was almost over, he decided to take a risk, gather the best people in the world, and enter Jianmen, just to get this ancient magic sword and restore the power of Lingxiao.

I have been waiting for nearly one hundred and eighty years, in order to survive, in order to wait for the immortal to enter the Sword Gate.

He did not hesitate to turn his twelve fellow disciples into white-haired corpses in order to achieve immortality and become an immortal. Now, he finally got the sword.

Chang Qingzi laughed wildly, tears mixed in his laughter.

In this space, his laughter could be heard from far away.

But when he saw the coffin, Chang Qingzi's expression and emotions began to calm down.

There are still horrible things in this coffin.

It's not over yet.

He watched coldly as the golden light from the coffin continued to wisp and spread, and the screams from within grew louder and louder. These golden lights flew like willow catkins, dispersing throughout the abyss.

The darkness was dotted with twinkling golden spots.

Suddenly, a stream of blood-red energy shot out from the dense golden light, reaching the sky above the abyss. It was several feet thick.

Chang Qingzi suddenly opened his mouth and looked at the blood in disbelief.

The lake water around the island continued to gather towards the blood and energy. The grass under his feet seemed to be crazy, supporting the thatched cottage and rising rapidly. Almost like a towering tree, it completely submerged his entire body like a giant vine in the forest.

Chang Qingzi was shocked and surprised, and could not understand what he saw at all.

He walked blindly in the forest, looking at the white shadowy coffin held in the air.

The golden light became brighter and richer, and a vast and majestic breath of life continued to pour out from the coffin.

This strange scene lasted almost as long as an incense stick.